Dhruvikumari Sharma

I don't understand-
How I can weave my pain in poetic bliss,
Line after line, my soul spills free,
Yet face-to-face, I'm chained, not me,
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There's a house inside my head,
With many doors, both green and red.
Behind each one, a thought awaits,
Racing fast, or running late.
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A building stands, immense and bare,
No windows to see, no doors to spare.
Yet winds rush in from skies untamed,
Thunderstorms from realms unnamed.
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In the quiet hours, fear takes its hold,
A whispering shadow, a story untold.
I've walked this path, six years long,
But now I wonder, was I ever strong?
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In the grand halls of the exhibition fair,
With lights that sparkled and people everywhere,
I walked beside my dad with pride,
Seeing a world where his passions reside.
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In my room, we gathered tight,
New friends, twins, brought pure delight,
With an old friend, we sat and talked,
Laughter and stories, memories unlocked.
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I want to give you anything and everything,
But the world is not mine to bestow.
I would gift you the stars in the heavens,
But my hands are not that long to go.
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It's thrilling to show the world
What I'd never show those near.
When they don't know me,
I feel no fear.
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To friends so new and friends so true,
I'm grateful for all the things you do.
For meals we share and songs we sing,
For every joy that moments bring.
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I liked basketball for reasons I'd rather not explain,
Not the best at it, but I play just the same.
Dribbling, passing, missing the net—
Yet it's your presence is what I can't forget.
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Procrastination
A lack of dedication,
Ignoring the value of education,
Leading me to devastation,
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Is it silly,
To ache for fleeting things?
To feel the end when the laughter rings,
To sit in silence, heavy and still,
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I'm not much of a reader,
but words flow when I write.
I chase the thrill of a challenge,
yet the weight of failure lingers on.
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There was once a man with a beard,
Who says "i know I look weird! '
In the fuzz lived a cock and a cat,
A hen and a tiny brown rat.
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From acing to failing,
From rising to falling,
I'm lost in the swirl
Of where I've ended up.
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In Winter
all the songs
drift above the trees,
while my poems
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I kept the car where you broke my will,
Tried to fill it with memories new,
Hoping they'd bury the echoes still,
But the shadows of you always grew.
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In water's embrace, I sought to find peace,
To wash away the marks you left on me,
But the streams that flowed could never erase
The touch that lingers, refusing to flee.
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In a car, the two of us did ride,
To a hill where stars abide.
A hidden secret we did find,
A view that stole away our mind.
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Where do I go
When I feel so alone—
Lost and searching
For the path to happiness?
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